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Twa Recruitin' Sairgeants


1. Twa recruiting sergeants came fra the Black Watch
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch
But a’ that they ‘listed was forty and twa:
Enlist my bonnie laddie an’ come awa

And it’s over the mountain and over the main
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee
Enlist my bonnie laddie and come awa with me.

2. Oh laddie ye dinna ken the danger that yer in
If yer horses was to fleg, and yer owsen was to rin
This greedy ole farmer, he wouldna pay yer fee
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa wi’ me

3. With your tattie porin’s and yer meal and kale,
Yer soor sowan’ soorin’s and yer ill-brewed ale,
Yer buttermilk, yer whey, and yer breid fired raw
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa

4. And its into the barn and out o’ the byre
This ole farmer, he thinks ye never tire
It’s slavery a’ yer life, a life o’ low degree
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa with me

5. O laddie if ye’ve got a sweetheart an’ a bairn,
Ye’ll easily get rid o’ that ill-spun yarn
Twa rattles o’ the drum aye and that’ll pay it a’
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.


1. Twa Recruitin' Sairgeants
Matthew Gurnsey  

Westering Home


Tell me o’ tales o’ the Orient gay,
Sing o’ the riches and joys o’ Cathay
Man! But it’s grand to awaken each day
And find yourself nearer to Isla.

cho: For we’re
Westering home wi’ a song in the air
Light in me heart an’ it’s goodbye to care
Laughter o’ love and a welcomin’ there
Isle o’ me heart, me own land.

Wha’ are the folks like the folks o’ the west?
Canty an’ couthy an’ kind to the best
There I would lay me and there I would rest
At home wi’ my ain folks at Isla.


2. Westering Home
Matthew Gurnsey  

Mornin' Glory


At the end of the day, I like a little drink to raise up me voice and sing
And an hour or two with a fine, brown brew and I’m ready for anything
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlord’s daughters fair
And every night when they’d turn out the light I would tiptoe up the stair …singin’

cho: One for the morning glory,
two for the early dew
Three for the man who will stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girl, Four for the love of you

I got the call from a foreign shore to go and fight the foe
And I thought no more of the sisters four, but still I was sad to go
I sailed away on a ship, the Morning Glory was her name
And we’d all fall down when the rum went ’round, then get up and start again

One for the morning glory,
two for the early dew
Three for the man who will stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girl, Four for the love of you

I bore once more for my native shore, farewell to the raging seas
And the Cross Keys Inn, it was beckonin’, and me heart was filled with glee
For there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee
There were three little girls and a bouncing boy, and they all looked just like me…

One for the morning glory,
two for the early dew
Three for the man who will stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girl, Four for the love of you


3. Mornin' Glory
Matthew Gurnsey  

Loch Tay Boat Song


When I’ve done the work of day, and I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay as the evening sun is sinking,
Then I look toward Ben Lawers, where the after glories glow
And I dream on two bright eyes with a merry mouth below.
She’s my beauteous nighean ruadh, she’s my joy and sorrow too;
Though I own she is not true, ah, but I cannot live without her.
For my heart’s a boat in tow, and I’d give the world to know
If she means to let me go, as I sing hori horo.

Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair has more beauty I declare
Than all the tresses fair from Killin to Aberfeldy.
Be they lint-white, gold, or brown, be they blacker than the sloe,
They mean not as much to me as a melting flake of snow.
And her eyes are like the gleam of the sunlight on the stream
And the songs the wee folk sing, they’re the songs she sings at milking.
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she bade me go,
And the tears begin to flow, as I sing hori horo.


4. Loch Tay Boat Song
Matthew Gurnsey  

Mingulay Boat Song

MINGULAY BOAT SONG – (Hugh S. Roberton, founder of the Glasgow Orpheus Choir)

Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her head round, into the weather,
Hill you ho, boys,let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay

What care we though, white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys; every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.

Wives are waiting, by the pier head,
Or looking seaward, from the heather;
Pull her round, boys, then you’ll anchor
‘Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.

Ships return now, heavy laden
Mothers holdin’ bairns a-cryin’
They’ll return, though, when the sun sets
They’ll return to Mingulay.


5. Mingulay Boat Song
Matthew Gurnsey  

Road to Dundee

THE ROAD TO DUNDEE – Traditional

1. Cold winter was howlin’ o’er moorland and mountain
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie
Who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

2. Says I, “My young lassie, I canna weel tell ye,
The road and the distance I canna weel gie,
But if you’ll permit me to gang a wee bittie,
I’ll show you the road and the miles to Dundee.”

3. The lassie consented and gie me her airm
Not a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.

4. At length wi’ the howe o’ Strathmartine behind us
The spires o’ the toon in full view we could see,
She said, “Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showin’ me so far on the road to Dundee.

5. This ring and this purse please accept as a token
And surely there’s somethin’ that ye can gi’e me,
That in years to come I’ll the laddie remember
Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?”

6. I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom,
And said, “Tak’ ye this, in remembrance o’ me”,
And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o’ the lassie
And I pairted frae her on the road to Dundee.

7. So here’s tae the lassie; I canna forget her,
And ilka young laddie wha’s listenin’ to me,
O never be sweir to convey a young lassie,
Though it’s only to show her the road to Dundee.


6. The Road to Dundee
Matthew Gurnsey  

The Merchant's Son

THE MERCHANT’S SON – Traditional

A merchant’s son, he lived in wrong
And tae the beggin’ he has gone;
He mounted on a noble steed
And awa’ wi’ pleasure he did ride.

cho: Fal al the dooral i do
Fal al the day.

A beggar wench he chanced tae meet
A beggar wench of low degree.
He toolc pity on her distress,
An’ says: “My lass, you’ve got a bonny face”

They both inclined noo tae have a drink
Into a public house they both went;
They both drunk ale and brandy too
Till the both o’ them got rollin’ fu’.

They both inclined noo tae go tae bed
Soon under cover they were laid;
Strong ale and brandy went tae their heid
And both now slept as they were deid.

Later on this wench she rose,
And put on noo the merchant’s clothes
With his hat so high and his sword sae clear
For she’s awa’ wi’ the merchant’s gear.

Early next morning the merchant rose
And looking round for tae find his clothes
There’s nothing left into the room,
But a ragged petticoat and a linsey goun.

The merchant being a stranger to the toon
He put on the old coat and goun;
And down the street he soundly swore
He would never lie with a beggar no more.


7. The Merchant's Son
Matthew Gurnsey  

Rowan Tree

ROWAN TREE – (Lady Carolina Nairn)

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree, thoul’t aye be dear to me,
Entwin’d thou art wi’ mony ties, o’ hame and infancy.
Thy leaves were aye the first o’ spring, thy flowr’s the simmer’s
There was nae sic a bonnie tree, in all the country side.
Oh rowan tree.

How fair wert thou in simmer time, wi’ all thy clusters white.
Now rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi’ berries red and bright
On thy fair stem were mony names which now nae mair I see.
But there engraven on my heart, forgot they ne’er can be.
Oh rowan tree.

We sat aneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran
They pu’d thy bonnie berries red and necklaces they strang.
My mither, oh, I see her still, she smil’d our sports to see,
Wi’ little Jeannie on her lap, wi’ Jamie at her knee.
Oh rowan tree.

Oh, there arose my father’s pray’r in holy evening’s calm,
How sweet was then my mither’s voice in the martyr’s psalm
Now a’ are gane! we met nae mair aneathe the rowan tree,
But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o’ hame and infancy,
Oh rowan tree.


8. Rowan Tree
Matthew Gurnsey  

The Black Velvet Band


In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till bad misfortune befell me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like the diamond
You’d think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up in a black velvet band

Well, I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
She was selling her trade in a bar
When I watched, she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the Watch came and put me in prison
Bad luck to the black velvet band

Next morning before judge and jury
For our trial I had to appear
The judge, he said, “Young fellow
The case against you is quite clear
And seven years is your sentence
You’re going to Van Dieman’s Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band”

So come all you jolly young fellows
I’d have you take warning by me
And whenever you’re out on the liquor
Beware of the pretty colleen
They’ll fill your with whiskey and porter
Until You’re not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know
You’re landed in Van Dieman’s Land


9. The Black Velvet Band
Matthew Gurnsey  

Mary Mack

MARY MACK – Traditional

There’s a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack
Make no mistake, she’s the miss I’m goin’ tae tak
There’s a lot of other chaps who would get up on her track
But I’m thinking they’ll have to getup early

Mary Mack’s faither’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me
My faither’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack
And I’m goin’ tae marry Mary tae get married an’ tak care of me
Well a’ be making merry when I marry Mary Mack

This wee lass she has a lot of brass
She has a lot of gas, her faither thinks I’m class
And I’d be a silly ass tae let the matter pass
Her faither thinks she suits me fairly

Noo Mary and her mither gang an awful lot together
In fact you niver see the one, or the one wioot the ither
And the fellow often wonder if its Mary or her mither
Or the both of them together that I’m courting

Noo the weddin day’s on Wednesday and everything’s arranged
Her name will soon be changed tae mine, unless her mind be changed
And wi’ makin’ the arrangements, faith, I’m just aboot deranged
For marriage is an awful undertakin’

It’s sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair
A coach and pair for rich and poor and every pair that’s there
We’ll dine upon the finest fare, I’m sure tae get my share
If I don’t we’ll all be very much mistaken


10. Mary Mack
Matthew Gurnsey  

Danny Boy


Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
’tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
’tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.


11. Danny Boy
Matthew Gurnsey  

The Scotsman

THE SCOTSMAN – (Mike Cross)

A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

chorus: Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt.
They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Ws nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said we’d best be gone
But let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot’s lifted kilt did show

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot’s lifted kilt did show

The Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes
He said, “Lad I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you won first prize”

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o
He said, “Lad I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you won first prize”


12. The Scotsman
Matthew Gurnsey  


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